Username: -Willow | Ownership Status: Owner | Lions Owned: 15
Lion's Name: Viu | Name Meaning: worthy | Origin Language: Breton | Gender: Male
Element: Earth | Rank: Warrior; Fighter | Age: 276
Personality
focused
Viu is a very focused individual. Once his mind has been made up about a task or decision, he is extremely difficult to sway. He will always see a project or task through to the end, no matter how many bumps happen along the way or if things clearly will not work out in his favor. He will listen to opinions that oppose his own, but typically this is not enough to change his mind.
determined
Always looking to prove his worth to the pride, he is doggedly determined. Not wanting there to be any reason he is seen as less than he is, Viu pushes onward even through the most difficult of tasks or trials just to finish or get something right. Sometimes, he simply tries too hard. He does not want his past to define who he is to his new pride.
quiet
Viu never really has much to say to others. He prefers to let his actions speak for him, for they are what truly represent someone. When he does speak, he is soft-spoken and is never loud. That isn't to say he couldn't be loud should he have to be. His actual being does not attract much attention, which is perfectly acceptable to him. As much as Viu wishes to prove himself and his worth, he tries to remain as invisible as he possibly can.
kind
Having been taken in when his own parents abandoned him, Viu has tried to be as compassionate and as giving as he can to repay the kindness of his adoptive family. He is willing to put the wants and needs others above his own. He will attempt to care for another, even when no other being will. He believes every living being deserves a chance to live unless he is proven otherwise.
awkward
Viu is an incredibly awkward being. When he does speak or is in a situation where speaking is required, he finds himself stumbling over what he wants to say. Being the kind to embarrass easily, even if a reason for being so is lacking, there are times when he will simply be unable to reply. Occasionally, his movements will be unsteady or uneven, and though he tries not to let it show it is impossible to keep others from seeing it. He will sometimes fidget due to discomfort or embarrassment.
uncomfortable
Viu knows who he wants to be but cannot bring himself to be that lion, no matter how hard he tries. He is ill confident with his abilities, despite the commonality of it and the amount of teachers available, and is extremely insecure with himself.
resilient
Viu is a very resilient being. He is able to overcome hard times. He perseveres through difficult tasks or learning how to get along in life. Occasionally, rather very rarely, he is able to recover quickly from ridicule. Usually this is when he accomplishes something he is particularly proud of himself with. He does what he can to push himself and others to do their best and what they can to be the best they can be.
impatient
Viu does not wait well. Typically, he grows either very frustrated or antsy, and while he tries not to let it get the best of him it sometimes cannot be helped. He tends to expect near-immediate results, whether it be in training or in waiting. He is usually very restless and always eager to keep moving. During times of having to wait, he can be rather easily provoked.
Armour DesignHistoryI can remember being built for war from the day I was born. Even as a newborn cub, ears just opened, I can remember the screams and cries of battle around me. Of those dying. It is all I have known. From my first breaths, my father began training me. I wobbled and crawled earlier than most cubs. I opened my eyes sooner than all the other cubs, to more quickly experience the woes of war and death. It has never bothered me. I have always been rather immune to the effects of my way of birth. Doesn't mean I like it.
My father was a lion of the unknown, having never heard of the Pride ruled by a Time-keeper. All he had known was the chaotic power-grabbing of the lions he lived with. I now know them as the Rebels. Of coarse, it is all I had ever known as well. It was what I grew up in. Who I trained among. They taught me how to be strong, but also are the reason I am no bolder than I am. My experiences among them, I know now, were never the best. It is my past. Who I am.
I lived for two hundred and ten years among them. Cast into full-on war from my first moments upon reaching my two hundredth year of life. The cries of battle. The cries of pain and death. None of that was new to me. I was completely unfazed by the noise, blocking it out with ease. I was a calloused tool of war. I do not know how many I wounded, or worse yet murdered. It wasn't until the battle I fought during my two hundred and eighth year that I realized things might be more than simply war and death.
I had just trapped an enemy male in a rock slide, the stench of his blood nothing to my nose. I was just about to turn my attention to another when an allied warrior to the fallen lion came up and freed him. His body was mangled and he was clearly dead, but the action of the lion is what caught my attention the most. None of my own allies had never done that. The dead were left to rot where they fell, but the dead of our opposing were taken home and given an honorable burial. I began to think perhaps things were green across the boarder.
For the next two years, my skill in battle began to slip, my mind stuck on that one lion's actions and the possibilities of what else was different with my so-called enemies. I soon fell from my rank, given the chance to fight for my life or be killed. It was earth against earth. Two lions equally matched in element, strength and wit. The fight was ended when I caught my opponent off guard and crushed his skull. I was allowed to leave with my life, the promise of death weighing on my shoulders should I cross them again.
I fled to the unknown, never looking back, only looking forward. Looking toward what life I could possibly live among the Time-wielder's Pride.